It’s hard to think that only two days ago, I was sitting on a bench in Charleson Park (my favourite Vancouver park) reading a book and watching dog walkers, cyclists, and preschool kids enjoying the sunshine, and today, I am watching thick flakes of snow from my apartment windows falling down and sticking to the ground.
I’d rather relive my Friday than show snowy shots of a season that I am all too happy to leave behind. So here are some snapshots of my Friday afternoon, walking from the Olympic Village SkyTrain station to Granville Island along the south shore of False Creek.
I first found out about Charleson Park when I went on an architectural tour of Vancouver with UBC geography professor David Ley as part of Regent College Summer Programs a few years ago. I remember climbing up a little trail that led to an unusual-looking pedestrian bridge that crosses a railway and roadway below. I was so intrigued with the discovery that I went looking to find it again, and ta-da:
The earth is pushing up through the middle of this landscaped bridge, creating fissures in the cement. I think it looks rather beautiful—a little oasis of urban planning enveloped by nature’s presence. The bridge extends all the way to 7th Avenue and Laurel Street. On my next trip here, I will have to walk all the way across and see what it looks like from the other side.
I then made my way back down to Island Park Walk which I followed until I got to Granville Island.
I stumbled upon a new public art piece called Brass Rocking Dog, part of “The Art of Recycling” initiative by Revision@Creekhouse. This piece continues to play into the “Garbage to Gold” theme that is such a part of Granville Island’s history—turning an industrial junkyard into a site of high art and cultural capital.
The plaque reads:
Ron Simmer is a sculptor working with found and recycled materials. As well as recycled objects, he sometimes incorporates organic matter—stone and wood—to express concerns about the fragility of our environment.
The simulated balloon dog is made of precision TIG welded used brass water tanks resembling a giant “rocking dog” toy. The tanks were originally cleaned by glass bead blasting and have now acquired a natural patina.
It’s funny to think that 10 brass water tanks can be arranged to look like something quite other than what it actually is. A few gestural lines and a pair of enlarged rocking chair sliders immediately suggested “child’s rocking horse—but dog” to me, or one of those balloon animals children receive at birthday parties and fairs. It looks as weightless as a balloon too, which is the other creative illusion of the installation. We see something familiar out of something unfamiliar, something possible out of something seemingly impossible. If it looked a little more comfortable, doesn’t it make you want to climb up on it and go for a ride?
To finish the day, I grabbed a Bratwurst sausage from the Granville Island Public Market and ate it from a second floor table while I did some writing and, of course, people watching. How could you not with a window this big and such bizarre sights like a dozen pigeons perching on the arm of a man who doesn’t seem to mind in the least? It brought back memories of Alfred Hitchcock’s The Birds that I, for whatever reason, watched as a kid and has horrifyingly stuck with me since. On that foreboding note, I’ll end with the truism that you never know what weird and wonderful things you’ll see when you walk out your front door and venture into the world beyond.